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"Hank, with our Trump Card team, we are heading straight to the stronghold of Shura. This time, I will stab directly into his heart and make him completely disappear from this world. Damn it, because of his existence, we have lost countless valuable assets, and he must not be spared!"
Reed's eyes were almost blazing with anger. Ever since the Dragon Soul Gang appeared, the interests of the Frank Family had suffered greatly. He was now eager to capture Mo Ming and cook him alive. However, Mo Ming remained completely unfazed by Reed's fury.
Inside the headquarters of the Dragon Soul Gang.
Mo Ming was quietly sitting on the sofa, savoring red wine with an extremely calm expression. The war had already begun, and he had issued his orders. Now, all he could do was wait for news of Night Peak and the others' triumphant return.
From the current reports, there were no messages of failure. Although some people were injured in the war and some unfortunately lost their lives, the overall situation was quite optimistic. Night Peak had basically swept through the eastern territories of the Frank Family, and other fronts were also reporting smooth progress.
It was said that Eda, in retaliation for Reed sending people to disrupt his operations, had burned down many of the Frank Family's illegal establishments. Reed would probably be furious; those illegal places contained a lot of cash, which was now all reduced to ashes.
Suddenly, Mo Ming's phone on the table vibrated a few times. Before it could ring out its familiar tone, Mo Ming quickly answered it.
"Shura Boss, the people from the Frank Family have started sending reinforcements. I have already directed the brothers from Evil Hall to hold them off, but there are too many of them and quite a few elites among them. The power disparity is significant. However, please rest assured, Shura Boss; I will try my best to buy them an hour's time. After an hour, we will have no choice but to retreat; otherwise, Evil Hall will be annihilated."
On the other end came sounds of fighting and gunfire, creating a chaotic atmosphere. Ethan's voice sounded urgent as he rushed through a lot of information in a short time but conveyed it clearly enough for Mo Ming to understand that Frank's reinforcements were indeed elite forces. It was commendable for Ethan to rely on those newly recruited brothers to resist.
"You've worked hard; if it's just an hour, then so be it. If things get too tough, lead your brothers to retreat. Don't let yourselves suffer heavy losses, understood?" Mo Ming said calmly. "Take care of yourself; I am waiting for your triumphant return!"
"Got it, I understand. Thank you for your concern, Shura Boss. I won't say more; I'm hanging up." Before Mo Ming could respond, Ethan hung up. It seemed that the situation was indeed urgent; otherwise, Ethan would have waited for Mo Ming's reply before ending the call.
Just as the call ended, the door was pushed open, and Jessica rushed in with an anxious expression. As she walked in, she said, "Boss, Liu Wenjie just sent me a message saying that a large group has secretly crossed their line of sight and is coming our way in significant numbers. Liu Wenjie has already taken people to support us but may not be fast enough; he told us to retreat from here first."
"Heh heh, Reed is indeed ruthless enough; he'd rather see everything destroyed than let me live! I think that even if a large-scale shootout occurs now, there won't be any movement from the righteous side. Tonight belongs to our darkness."
Mo Ming had anticipated that Reed would launch an attack here, but upon hearing that Reed had sent a group of people over, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.
It was important to note that the people Reed sent were definitely those retired Special Forces members who made up the Trump Card team. Although the members of the "Spirit of Justice" were all well-trained and skilled, they were still outnumbered at this moment.
Originally, Mo Ming planned to have Liu Wenjie lead a team to defend, compensating for their numerical disadvantage. Unfortunately, the opposing side acted swiftly and bypassed Liu Wenjie, heading straight for this location, which put them in a precarious situation.
"Boss, should we retreat for now?" Jessica said, slightly anxious.
"Don't rush. Let me think for a moment." Mo Ming interrupted Jessica with a raised hand. After pondering briefly, he slowly said, "Reed's people must have surrounded this area. If we go out recklessly, we might fall into their ambush. How many people do we have here?"
"The main defensive force in this neighborhood consists of the 'Spirit of Justice' members brought by the Lion from Africa. Some have been dispatched, leaving around seven hundred. Adding the members from Giant Bear Hall arranged by Night Peak, we should have over nine hundred," Jessica replied clearly. Seeing that Mo Ming wasn't overly anxious, she took a few deep breaths to ease her tension.
"Oh, with these people, we can hold them off for a while. Once Liu Wenjie and his team arrive here, we'll be safe," Mo Ming said with a slight smile. "Order everyone to distribute the Arms from the armory and prepare for battle!"
"Are we really going to fight them?" Jessica said with concern. "In terms of both numbers and elite forces, those Special Forces teams are definitely stronger than us. If we insist on fighting them head-on, we'll suffer heavy losses."
"We have no choice but to fight. Jessica, trust me; only by fighting can we survive in this critical situation!"
A cold light flickered in Mo Ming's eyes as determination filled his face. Just like his nickname, Shura—he resembled a Killing God who would slay any deity or Buddha in his path. No matter how powerful the enemy was, he would not show any fear.
Seeing Mo Ming's expression, Jessica realized that nothing she said could change his decision and could only helplessly say, "Alright then, boss. You are our commander. Regardless of the outcome, I believe your decision is correct."
After saying this, Jessica hurried off to carry out Mo Ming's orders.
"Hmph, Reed, if you want to play, I'll play with you to the end. Even though you're the strong dragon here, I will pull out your reverse scale and see if you're afraid!" Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent as he strode toward Arms.
...
The urgent personnel, the Elite members of the "Yihun," and the brothers from Giant Bear Hall stationed at Night Peak were now fully armed. However, their equipment was clearly insufficient; some didn't even have bulletproof vests. Still, over seven hundred people were wearing bulletproof vests, which represented an extremely terrifying force.
What does it matter if someone is dressed in gold and silver?
Now, with over nine hundred people here, the gear they wore and the guns they held added up to several million in value, all high-quality equipment that Mo Ming had acquired at great cost.
"Brothers, the situation is quite urgent. A group of enemies is rushing here just for my head!" Mo Ming revealed a fearless grin as he pointed to his own head and said, "Hahaha... I never expected my head would be worth so much. Brothers, they want my head; what should we do?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The resounding voices seemed to shake the heavens!
Hearing this loud response, Mo Ming achieved the effect he wanted. In this situation, there was no need for more words, so he laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha... Brothers, you are loyal. Alright, enough talk; let's quickly set up an ambush and catch them off guard!"
Everyone fell silent and swiftly dispersed into the night, heading to various ambush points.
"Jessica, you don't need to participate in tonight's battle. Just hide inside the house; I'll take command here. I don't want anything to happen to you; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the lion." Mo Ming didn't give Jessica a chance to speak and said firmly, "This is an order, not a discussion!"
Mo Ming's expression was extremely serious. Jessica knew his nature; once he made a decision, no one could stop him. Even if she refused to obey the order, Mo Ming would bind her and keep her inside the house.
"Sigh, Boss, you always do this. Whenever there's danger, you want to bear it all alone. I know what I say won't matter; you won't listen." Jessica looked at Mo Ming with furrowed brows and said, "But I still have to say one thing: Boss, be careful!"
"Got it..."
Mo Ming had just said a little when gunfire erupted from the east side of the neighborhood. In an instant, gunshots and explosions echoed from all directions; the Frank Family's Trump Card team had surrounded them, and both sides had begun to exchange fire.
Suddenly, Mo Ming felt a violent tremor beneath him, followed by a muffled explosion. Another blast rang out, and Mo Ming saw flames erupting from the ground not far away. He thought to himself that these guys had actually infiltrated the neighborhood through the sewer. They were indeed Special Forces, with impressive assault capabilities.
"Jessica, now! Quickly hide!" Mo Ming shouted firmly at Jessica. As he saw many heads popping up from the explosion site, gripping automatic rifles and firing in that direction, he turned to Jessica behind him and said, "I'll hold them off. You need to leave; otherwise, you'll slow me down. This is an order!"
Jessica gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely. "Boss, you must be careful and take care of yourself!"
After saying that, Jessica glanced at the heads emerging not far away and ran toward the houses behind her. Just a few steps into her run, intense gunfire erupted behind her. Although she was worried about Mo Ming's safety, she did not stop because this was an order!
"Damn it, using numbers to bully the few?" Mo Ming's firepower was being suppressed heavily by the enemy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Jessica disappearing from view and immediately took cover. Just after Mo Ming moved away, a grenade exploded nearby.
Amidst the hail of bullets, Mo Ming engaged in a weak firefight with the enemy. It wasn't easy for them to approach him. Under his deadly aim, anyone who dared to get close would be shot down. Even though the enemy's firepower was fierce, Mo Ming always found opportunities to shoot at those trying to close in on him—almost every shot hit its mark with frightening precision.
The enemy numbered around fifty; their main force was attacking from all sides. It seemed that the enemies surrounding him were merely a distraction; these fifty were there to take Mo Ming's life.
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